Welcome to the Nightmare Live

In the dark corridor filled with a strong smell of blood, countless ghosts were stiff and straight, standing in the depths of the endless shadows.

In the blink of an eye, the eyes of the two met in the air for a brief moment.

The black-haired, blond-eyed man stepped forward and walked forward with an expressionless face.

!

Wen Jianyan subconsciously took a half step back.

The next second, he realized the weakness behind this move, and abruptly stopped his urge to continue to retreat,

Wu Zhu's steps did not stop.

He walked forward step by step, above the pale face, the golden eyes were like ghosts flashing in the darkness.

Wen Jianyan's heart couldn't be mentioned, and his brain was spinning rapidly.

The current Wu Zhu should be the fragments he had seen in the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] before, but it was just him in the past tense.

and

The current timeline of Wu Zhu is even earlier than when the two met for the first time in the [Decai Middle School] dungeon.

In this case, he will not have the memory of the past.

Not only does he have no subject, he even has no memory of getting along with him briefly in the false mirror image.

That's kind of bad.

The witch candle that she saw in the mirror copy flashed in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Horrible, ghostly.

Without humanity and memory, the only thing that exists is endless appetite and evil thoughts.

Wen Jianyan felt like a thorn in his back, and suddenly felt that his situation was even more dangerous.

He racked his brains, trying to find a relatively less risky path.

Although there is no memory, whether it is mental state or intelligence level is unknown, but in any case, at least one thing is common——

Witch candle!

Wen Jianyan shouted.

The opponent's pace was abrupt.

He looked at the human being not far away, his face still had no expression, but inexplicably, Wen Jianyan saw some doubts and doubts from the other's face, and seemed not to understand why the human in front of him knew about him 's real name.

Wen Jianyan suddenly lost his mind for a moment.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to be getting better and better at reading the other person's face with rare human characteristics.

However, at least from the performance of the other party, it can be seen that he should not be completely dominated by instinct and appetite. In a sense, there is at least the possibility of being able to communicate.

However, Wen Jianyan was a little stuck.

Just now, it was just an impulsive move in his desperation. As for what to do next, he doesn't really know what to say!

Is it difficult to say: Although you don’t know me, I am actually your bishop, not only stabbed you, but also imprisoned your body? Something is wrong!

While the two were at a stalemate, I don't know if it was because Wu Zhu had already left, that the group of ghosts that had remained calm and had no movement just now started to move again. They seemed to be attracted by the smell of blood filling the air, and they started to move slowly again. The fabric made a rustling sound, and the shadow wriggled, approaching Hugo, who fell unconscious on the ground.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were attracted by the sound and looked behind Wu Zhu.

Seeing this scene, his heart suddenly lifted, and his breathing involuntarily stagnated for a moment.

Wu Zhu didn't turn his head, as if he didn't care about the human beings who were at stake because of this, and he didn't even want to pay any attention to it. His eyes fell on Wen Jianyan, and suddenly he said:

You care about him?

The man's voice was low, with a bit of a cold and strange metallic texture, echoing in the dark and empty space, which was inexplicably surprising.

?!

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wu Zhu in amazement.

can talk?

Do not.

Wen Jianyan quickly recovered.

He looked away from Hugo, shook his head without changing his face, and quickly denied the other party's guess: It's just a one-sided relationship.

Wu Zhu stopped talking.

However, behind him, the movement speed of the group of ghosts has become faster. If it is said that the just perfected is only a secret movement, although it is lured by the smell of blood, but still scruples the existence of the witch candle, then, the current The group of ghosts seemed to have completely lost their guardians, the invisible constraints disappeared, and the stiff and protracted footsteps sounded again.

Just a few breaths. The small blank area that had just been set aside due to the existence of the witch candle has shrunk by more than half, and countless pale faces moved in the darkness, approaching the past little by little.

and many more!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly, and he took a step forward subconsciously.

Wu Zhu looked at him.

Behind, the ghost group is still approaching unscrupulously.

Okay, okay, I really need him to live, Wen Jian spoke faster, and his eyes returned to Wu Zhu's face, but the word 'concern' really can't be said. At most, he and Hugo only had a relationship. Having a one-sided relationship is definitely not a deep friendship.

The reason why he wants to save Hugo's life is mainly because he is not sure about his current situation. If he really returns to the past timeline now, then the death of the two fruits may lead to subsequent timelines. It's all messed up because of this, and Wen Jianyan can't afford to do it.

The void has shrunk to a frightening level.

How about this,

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said in a very calm manner, How about we make a deal? You let him die, and I can answer all your questions. For example, why do I know your name?

Wu Zhu seemed indifferent.

For another example, Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, unbuttoned the button, and lifted the hem of the half-wet shirt, how did this mark come from?

That little patch of skin was damp and white, gleaming slightly in the dark,

It was branded with intricate incantation patterns that were as red as blood, and the depths of the lines glowed with a faint light golden color, which rose and fell irregularly with the young man's rapid breathing.

This time, Wu Zhu's expression finally changed.

He took another step forward, step by step.

As the distance drew in, a cold aura spread along with it, which could almost freeze the blood.

Wen Jian stood on the spot, although the expression on her face did not change, the muscles on her back were slightly tensed due to tension.

His eyes fell on Wu Zhu, and his eyes gradually raised as the other party approached.

Soon, Wu Zhu stood a step away.

He lowered his eyes.

His gaze first paused for a moment on Wen Jianyan's face, then began to move down, and finally landed on the spell at the hip bone.

The sight seemed to have weight and temperature, and the feeling of falling on the skin was as vivid as touch, making Wen Jianyan's back a little numb.

Wu Zhu slowly raised his hand.

Cold fingers gripped the youth's hip bone.

His fingers were extremely cold, without any human temperature, and the spell burned hot under his skin, as if it would burn him with the flesh of his belt. Cold and heat collided unexpectedly.

Wen Jianyan shivered.

The extremely pale, slightly shiny hot flashed skin tightened instantly, and the small pimples that appeared due to the irritation sprang up.

He held back, not flinching.

Wu Zhu lowered his head and sniffed the side of his neck reservedly. Said, You have my scent on you.

His voice was a little too close.

Wen Jianyan's ears were a little numb, and she forcibly restrained the urge to shrink her neck.

He crossed Wu Zhu's shoulder and looked towards Hugo in the distance.

From this angle, the figure of the other party can hardly be seen, and there are densely packed ghosts all around. The gloomy aura and the strong smell of blood are intertwined, and it is obviously in danger. Wen Jianyan was secretly anxious.

He looked at Wu Zhu and asked:

A deal?

Wu Zhu seemed to think for a moment.

it is good.

The group of ghosts that were still shaking just now seemed to be shackled again, and the invisible force reappeared again. They stood stiff and upright, and slowly took a step back. The circle of vacuum reappeared.

Hugo lay in a vacuum, seemingly temporarily alive.

Seeing this, Wen Jian breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

But the crisis is not completely over.

The real source of trouble is now standing in front of him, looking down at him.

You can say it. Wu Zhu said.

Faced with this situation, Wen Jianyan could only bite the bullet and continue: I'm your bishop

lie.

Those golden eyes were close at hand, looking down at him from top to bottom, and invisible pressure followed.

?!

Wen Jianyan was surprised.

How does witch candle know

Wait, no, that's not a lie!

Although he is not going to tell all the facts, but chooses to pick up some things that can be said, but strictly speaking, what he said is not a lie.

At least for a certain period of time, he was indeed the bishop of Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's face:

You're not like my admirer.

He raised his hand again, and his icy fingertips landed on the warm human skin, and very slowly outlined the golden-red lines: I won't give this mark to my admirers either.

Wen Jianyan was surprised.

really.

His previous guess was confirmed.

Whether it is the pain level or the color of the spell, the two marks are obviously different. If the first time is monitoring and control, then the second time

While he was contemplating, the footsteps of Xixixuoso sounded again.

Wen Jianyan heard the sound and looked.

The group of ghosts behind the witch candle started to move again, and the circle that had just been vacated shrunk again.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

Damn, this guy is so hard to fool!

He began to miss the state that the other party couldn't speak and didn't use his mind very much.

Wu Zhu looked down at him indifferently.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and spoke faster:

I'm not lying, I am indeed your bishop, just

He paused and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, It's just, other than that, I'm still

I am still

what or what?

I'm still yours

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, bit her head, and squeezed two words between her teeth: wife.

The footsteps of Xixixuoso stopped again. The hallway was dead silent again.

Wu Zhu looked at the human youth in front of him thoughtfully.

companion?

Wen Jianyan: Damn, this word is much better! ! !

Why did he just choose those two words insanely? !

The enthusiasm under his face boiled, and Wen Jianyan was so humiliated that he dipped his toes to the ground.

Wu Zhu glanced at the young human who was about to ripen shrimp in front of his eyes, and seemed to accept this explanation:

I see.

?

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, and pulled her sanity out of her strong sense of shame.

ah? believe it?

Wait a minute, since Wu Zhu has accepted this setting so smoothly, isn't the essence of this mark true?

Wen Jianyan was taken aback by her guess, and she could not help frowning.

However, before he could continue to think deeply along this line of thought, he heard the evil god in front of him say in an indifferent tone: Then I should kill him.

Wen Jianyan ???

Wu Zhu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

He turned his head and, for the first time, looked at the human male who was still unconscious behind him, his cold golden eyes drooping slightly, and said:

You care about him, don't you?

Wen Jianyan's eyes darkened:

He really didn't expect that after this negotiation of his own, Hugo's life, which was already at stake, was even more at stake.

How could this be so!